Han Yu was afraid that Yama Hall would succeed at any moment.
He couldn't just watch the group of cultivators above keep doing this.
Even the Artifact Spirit said the energy above was continuously gathering, and there was no telling when it would be fully accumulated.
By then, with Meng Yun present, they could only watch helplessly as the Formation Eye was activated.
"Why hasn't the Old Taoist made a move yet?"
Han Yu was indeed getting anxious.
The Old Taoist was equally anxious, ever since Han Yu's side had gone quiet, it had been over half a two-hour period, unsure if things were going smoothly.
He was also hesitating on whether to make a move.
Too early would be no good.
Too late would also be no good.
The timing had to be precise to retreat safely from the heavy encirclement of Yama Hall.
Moments later, the Old Taoist decided to act.
"With my current good fortune, I doubt I'll fail."
Whether succeeding or not, the Old Taoist chose to leave it to fate.
